on of all Irish renegades to be tried and dealt
with by the Sinn Fein Republic.

Mr. Caradoc Cramp applauded the sentiments of the last speaker, but
considered that he avoided the real issue. The Chairman had declared
himself a Georgian, but that was not enough. The worst enemies of Free
Verse were to be found in that camp. In technique and even in thought there
was little to choose between many so-called Georgians and the most effete
and reactionary Victorians. He alluded to the War poets, or rather the
"Duration" poets, most of whom were already back-numbers. Between these and
the Post-war poets, the true super-Georgians or paulo-post-Georgians, it
was necessary to make a clean cut. To protest against Messrs. GODLEY and
NOYES was a mere waste of time and energy. They might just as well protest
against the existence of an extinct volcano or the skeleton of the
brontosaurus. The real danger to be faced was the intrinsic subjectivity of
the early and mid-Georgian poets, of whom the Chairman had been so powerful
and consistent a supporter. He accordingly called for volunteers to storm
the platform, and, a large number having responded to his appeal, Mr. MARSH
was dislodged from the Chair after a gallant fight. A resolution of
adherence to the principles of "Dada" having been passed by a large
majority, the meeting broke up to the strains of the famous song--

a e ou o youyouyou i e ou o
youyouyou
drrrrdrrrrdrrrrgrrrrgrrrrrgrrrrrrrr
beng bong beng bang
boumboum boumboum boumboum.

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"Gentleman, Interested in Tattooing and largely covered, would like to
hear from other enthusiasts to compare notes."--_Times._

We trust the "bare-back" mode is not going to spread to the more modest
sex.

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From a "stores" circular:--

"THIS WEEK'S ECONOMY OFFERS.

Honey in Sections, each 3/9, three for 14/0."

The economy consists, of course, in buying them one at a time.

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WATER-BABIES.

In a limbo of desolate waters,
In the void of a flood-stricken plain,
You will find them--the sons and the daughters
Of tropical rain.

For when rivers are one with the ocean,
When the ricefields and roads are no more,
There's a feeling of magic, a notion
Of fairyland lore;

And the babies of Burma can revel
In a nursery o